i must have
the distraction of your bones
the subtle tick
of the clock
as i watch
and she moans
the earth beneath
the night for all its worth
soft and dark
building to this moment
since the day
of my first birth
i am lost
a tumbling rock upon the wave
you drag me down
but i cannot tell
the sky
from the grave
how do i
find this foreshadowed salvation
when i am bound
to be carried out
washed away by
your hollow sensation.